My deceased friend Naji visited me in my sleep again last night! I am always so happy to see her again. This was a dream-like visit where there were several messages only realized upon awakening.
Naji and I were in her old house in Waterville. I was painting the woodwork inside a window frame for her, while she was readying for a trip.
Her husband and her son had both already died. Naji was about to take a trip where she would recover from her loss.
She walked into the bathroom, where I stood painting. “Oh Naji,” I said, “you look beautiful!” And she surely did. I’d never seen her look better.
I was not finished with my painting when Naji’s ride arrived. I remember her house was empty of all furniture and belongings. I did not think anything of that until I woke up from my sleep.
We decided that I would finish the painting after Naji was gone. I kissed her good-bye and told her, “I will be here when you get back.” She didn’t answer, she just looked me in the eye. That gave me an uneasy feeling like perhaps she knew something that I did not; perhaps she would not be coming back.
We decided I would ride with her for her departure (from the airport?) As we rode in the car, I reassured her several times that I would be there when she returned. (Even as I reassured her that I would be there, I knew I would not be there for long, because I was moving on too.) She never answered that. I began to fear how I would get back from this ‘ride.’ We hugged and I kissed her on the cheek. I expressed my concern about how I would return. I snapped awake!
I had returned.
As I’ve written before, Naji is probably my most frequent night-time visitor.
So what were the messages in this visit from beyond the veil? First, she did indeed recover from the loss of her husband and son beyond the veil!
Secondly —Probably the fact that Naji’s house was empty of all furniture and belongings was an attempt to show me that she no longer lived there.
Thirdly— the fact that she never responded to my telling her I would be there when she returned should have clued me in that she would not be returning to her house. Well, it did after I awoke (or returned to my body.) As so often happens, many of the ‘clues’ only make sense upon awakening.
Fourth—that feeling that I would soon be moving? Perhaps I will join Naji beyond the veil, soon? But what is ‘soon’ in God’s time?
It just occurred to me, perhaps painting that window frame was a clue too. I painted it a nice bright white. Perhaps that represented the window opened (which it was) between Naji and I—the opening in the veil. It was after all, where Naji appeared to me and looked SO beautiful.
I love my little friend and I am ever so grateful for each and every visit from her. I am also grateful for the reassurance she has given me concerning life-after-death. Until next time, thank you, Naji!
